Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I realized abruptly that I had unconsciously put my right hand behind me, over my bottom, as if to ward off the punishment for my refusal to pleasure him. It had sunk in on some level deeper than conscious thought: subservient girls of the Weathers household had no choice but to do that for an associate, or get their bare bottoms spanked.
No choice.
Dylan stepped toward me and took me into his arms. He put one hand on the small of my back and the other on my rear end. I let out a sob and melted into him, feeling all resistance leave my body.
The hand on my back moved higher, to cradle my head and to turn it gently to the side so that Dylan’s handsome mouth could meet mine. He kissed me softly, and then more urgently, his tongue dominating my mouth as if he meant to prepare me for my shameful service.
I felt certain I knew what would come next, and I readied myself for it. Dylan’s hands would go to my shoulders, pressing me to my knees. He would probably do it more gently than Ethan had, but it would happen that way, and I felt some pride that I could prepare myself—more, I felt confident about my ability to give Dylan pleasure and allow him to release the day’s tension, some of it my fault, inside my soft mouth.
It didn’t happen like that at all, though. When Dylan broke the kiss, he murmured in my ear, “I’m going to put you on your bed and taste you now, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting to sample the flavor of that adorable little pussy since your first night here.”
My heart raced as his words sank in. The thought of him kissing me, licking me down there made me blush furiously, a wave of heat spreading across my face and down my neck. Even the humiliating inspections by Devin and Greta hadn’t embarrassed me as much as this. To have Dylan’s face so intimately close, his tongue exploring my most private place… it felt like too much to bear.
“No, please,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I… I can’t.”
But Dylan’s hands were already at the zipper of my dress, slowly drawing it down my back. He peeled the fabric away, leaving me trembling in just my training bra and panties. Before I could protest further, he had scooped me up in his strong arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath me as Dylan laid me down gently. His hazel eyes roamed over my body, dark with desire. “Hold your legs open wide for me, Andrea,” he commanded, his voice deep in his chest.
A jolt of arousal shot through me at his authoritative tone. My body responded instinctively, even as my mind reeled with embarrassment. Slowly, hesitantly, I parted my thighs, exposing the damp patch on my training panties.
“Wider,” Dylan urged, his large hands coming to rest on my inner thighs. “Hold your knees back. Show me that pretty pussy.”
Whimpering softly, I complied, spreading my legs further, feeling utterly open and bare. The air moving over my heated skin made me acutely aware even through the panties of how wet I had become. My cheeks burned anew with shame, but I couldn’t deny the ache of need building between my legs.
Dylan’s fingers traced along the edge of my panties, sending shivers down my spine. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “And so responsive. You’re soaking your underwear, naughty girl.”
I turned my face away, mortified by his words and by my body’s betrayal. But Dylan gently cupped my cheek, turning me back to meet his gaze.
“Don’t be ashamed, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Your body knows what it needs, even if your mind isn’t quite there yet. It’s time to learn how good it can feel to let a man have his way.”
Dylan’s fingers danced lightly over the fabric of my training panties, tracing the much-too-visible outline of my pussy lips. Through the thin material, his touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn’t help but squirm under his ministrations, my hips lifting slightly off the bed.
“Look how wet you are for me, Andrea,” Dylan breathed. “Your little pussy is begging for attention.”
I was torn between the desire to close my legs and hide my shame, and the growing need to press myself more firmly against his teasing fingers. Dylan’s other hand came to rest on my inner thigh, gently but firmly keeping me spread open for his perusal.
“It’s incredibly arousing, you know,” he continued, his eyes fixed on the damp patch spreading across my panties. “For a man to see a woman’s body respond like this. To know that I have this effect on you.”
His thumb found my clit through the fabric, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. I gasped at the sensation, my back arching involuntarily.